Chapter five hundred and twenty first shot to hurt people
When he came out, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Feng Hui called He Lingfeng. The news he got almost made him angry.
I knew that the other party would not be captured without hesitation, but I didn't expect that he would be so lawless. After calming down, I was shocked that the other party's energy was so great. Master's influence is just that.
Of course the master would not do such a thing, and of course none of the other brothers would bother to do such a thing.
Instead of going to the branch, he went straight to the Heavenly King's Palace. Today he really wanted to try to see if the strength of this Heavenly King's Palace was as terrifying as He Lingfeng said.
But even with the terrifying power, after thinking of his master, Feng Hui felt bold and confident.
It was still the same place, but the difference was that the door was closed now, and there was no monk guarding the door. Feng Hui went straight up and knocked on the door.
The door opened in response, and a young monk stuck his head out and glanced at Feng Hui, who was wearing robes. He didn't recognize him.
"Donor, our Heavenly King's Palace is not open to the public and we do not burn incense, so please come back!"
"I was here last night, and I would like to ask the young master to inform me!" Feng Hui didn't have any objections to the young monk. He bowed politely and stated the reason for his visit.
Upon hearing this, the young monk slammed the door shut, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from inside.
Feng Hui stood proudly in front of the door, with one hand hanging down naturally and the other on his back. There was a certain artistic conception in it.
Within a few minutes, footsteps were heard from inside, and then the door opened automatically, and two monks appeared in front of Feng Hui, one of whom was the scar-faced monk from last night.
"Senior brother, I don't know what you are thinking about?" Feng Hui said with a smile.
"Brother, this is the man from last night!" The scar-faced monk ignored Feng Hui and spoke directly to the monk whom Feng Hui didn't recognize.
The three-inch-long goatee on his chin is very eye-catching. A pair of eagle eyes are shining with cold light. At first glance, it is not a bad thing. However, Feng Hui has been traveling in the world for many years. What kind of people have he not seen before? This is just a small scene.
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The man on the other side was also sizing up Feng Hui. He looked majestic and impressive. According to the scar-faced monk, he was also quite powerful. He already had some calculations in his mind.
For a full ten seconds, the two looked at each other, with swords and swords in their eyes.
"We don't need outsiders to intervene in the affairs of the Ten Directions Palace of Heavenly Kings, and we don't need anyone to teach us what to do. I think you are ignorant, so go away!"
The goat-bearded monk said with a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on Feng Hui. If this guy did not know what to do, he would inevitably teach him a lesson so that he would know that the majesty of the Heavenly King's Palace should not be violated.
Not to mention the current Feng Hui, even the former Feng Hui would not leave under such circumstances. He immediately sneered: "I Jingtianwang Hall is a big sect of spiritual practice, but I didn't expect that it is also a place where filth and people gather evil.
Really disappointing!”
As soon as he heard this, the other party immediately became furious. This was a slap in the face, and it was really unwise.
The scar-faced monk suffered a small loss at the hands of Feng Hui last night. He couldn't hold himself back for a long time and immediately roared: "Anyone who insults my disciple will die!"
With a loud punch, he hit Feng Hui. Feng Hui smiled indifferently and stretched out his finger. A flame that could light up a person's eyes appeared in front of the scar-faced monk.
In the process of two breaths, the flame had become the size of a fist, exuding such powerful power that the scar-faced monk did not dare to neglect it.
He quickly moved out of the way, trying to attack Feng Hui from the other side. At this moment, Feng Hui flicked his fingers, and a ball of flames turned into a flame, completely covering him.
Although the scar-faced monk is not weak in strength, he rarely has the opportunity to fight with Taoist masters. In addition, there are very few Taoist masters who have reached Feng Hui's level. Let alone fighting, they can't even meet each other.
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"Back off!" The goatee monk uttered two words. He waved his hand, and the monk's robes rustled. The powerful energy directly extinguished the flames on the scar-faced monk's body.
As expected, he was a master. Feng Hui also became vigilant. With the combination of the goatee and the scarred monk, it would be difficult for him to take advantage of him today.
Even if this is the case, you still have to fight and show your strength so that the other party does not dare to underestimate you.
"Good skill!"
"Can you please come back now?" The goatee monk had never seen such a powerful Taoist before, so he was a little cautious.
"Please also ask the Tianwang Palace to hand over the criminals!"
"That's too much!"
The conversation was not speculative for more than half a sentence. After the two parties exchanged words with each other, they could clearly feel that if they continued to communicate, there would be no good results, so just decide the winner with your hands.
The two of them started fighting at the gate of the Heavenly King's Palace, attracting many people from the Heavenly King's Palace.
Even several other people from the Ten Directions Heavenly Kings couldn't help but come out and watch the fighting from a distance. They were all shocked by the appearance of a powerful Taoist.
The battle between the two sides was very fierce, but they were very restrained. No one wanted to completely destroy this place. Feng Hui mainly considered that the Shifang Tianwang Palace was a powerful spiritual sect after all. Without knowing what the master meant, he could not
It's so offending.
As for the goatee monk, the reason is even more solid. This is at the entrance to the Heavenly King's Palace, and no one wants to tear down the mountain gate of his sect.
In the entire Heavenly King Hall, in addition to masters like the Ten Directions Heavenly Kings, as well as disciples, there are hundreds of people scattered around Linlin. At this moment, watching the battle ahead, everyone feels relaxed and happy.
If it weren't for my lack of strength, if I really wanted to rush forward and have a good fight, it would definitely be very satisfying.
Ten minutes passed, and the goatee monk began to feel depressed. He could clearly feel that his realm was stronger than the opponent's, and his true energy was stronger, but he just couldn't take it down.
I couldn't help but feel anxious in my heart. The movements became bigger and bigger, and big holes appeared on the ground.
The scar-faced monk stood behind him, and while the fight between the two was fierce, he suddenly struck out with a heavy punch. Strong air currents could be faintly seen, and the sonic boom was clearly audible.
Even though Feng Hui tried to dodge, he was still inevitably hit. He suddenly dodged dozens of meters and turned around to point out without hesitation.
A gust of wind wiped the scar-faced monk's face, and the next second the scar-faced monk screamed, one of his ears was missing, and he was bleeding profusely. Feng Hui had just practiced Wind Slash for a short time, and he didn't want to die.
Hands, otherwise the scar-faced monk might be a corpse.
"Kill him!" The scar-faced monk's stern voice ignited the anger in the hearts of many disciples of the Heavenly King's Hall. It was unbearable to hurt one of their own at the door of their home.
"Come together, don't let him escape!" someone shouted, and immediately several martial arts masters came straight to Feng Hui, and the goatee monk did not refuse.
He knew clearly in his heart that long nights and many dreams would lead to changes. (To be continued)